Diary of Robocorn Betanlorbam
It has come to my attention that our expedition leader Andreus may never be gracin' our humble halls so that I'll never get to have that final conversation with him, I can only hope enshal Dawnfuture delivers this message to him "Do you think Led was born with that stick up 'er bum, or do you think it involved some accident involving a flagpole and fallin' off an obsidian tower?" I wound up getting my booze, but it tastes bitter without someone t' share it with, well krimson's here an' he's a great help, but I dinnae want th' representative from Graspedseduc'd t' get th' wrong impression when he finds our one bed and our brotherly platonic relationship.
Krimson keeps doing this strange thing where he has a tantrum in his sleep. It seems to bother me but since I have yet t' lift a finger since we got down here, I ain't complainin' of his night terrors.
The silly dorf toppled th' mason workshop, he then put it back together. doesn't bother me in the slightest, as long as he cleans up.
This guy is nuts, he loses his temper constantly an' he takes it out on th' rocks. I'm sure e'll get over it eventually.
The f**ker attacked me, Robocorn ain't takin' this sittin' down!
I guess I am now that th' motherf**ker broke both my legs!!
Arright, I can kind o' understand the fist fight, an all th' tension we be havin' bu I'm not really in a situation to do any work at all now, as long as e's alright he should be able to wait on me head and foot. Bastard deserves to.
Stop takin' a f**kin' break an get me t' Th' F**kin' bed!
It's been weeks, th' bastard 'as been takin' 'is break fer weeks. I cannae get up an get a drink an th' bastard win nae carry me t' th' bed a couple o' feet away. Is this how it ends fer me? alone with this phsycho. where he'll toil alone in Battlefailed forever and do who knows what to my corpse. I accept my fate fer know, what would motivate a person t' come t' th' Blueness o' Malodors anyway?
Lost the picture
anyway, a group of 7 migrants and 4 livestock animals arrive, its pretty sweet, I'll dorf you all with them.
oh boy.
These migrants are th' bet thing that ever happened t' me, they put my ornery bum in bed an' brought another pick an' axe with 'em, they'll not make th' mistakes I did. Though they do seem a bit dissappointed at th' state o' things, they said that Led told them o' a grand dwarven utopia, well, welcome t' Battlefailed.
Can I see my thoughts screen?
If you want a quick laugh here it is
Urist, more pudding than dwarf now...